Riddle Me Lie's

Chapter 1: The Quiet Before the Storm

**This is a remake of "Riddle me lie's" the one i made back in 2020, I hope ya'lll enjoy!**


The early autumn breeze slipped through the cracked windows of the Hogwarts Library, bringing with it the earthy scent of leaves and rain. A stack of books towered over the small, carved oak table where Y/N sat, her quill scratching softly against the parchment as she scribbled notes for her Potions essay. The quiet hum of whispers filled the vast space, as students murmured to each other, but none of it distracted her. She was used to the background noise by now, used to being a part of the crowd that no one really noticed. Y/N wasn't the type to seek attention. That was never her style. She preferred the solace of her books, the quiet of the library, and the comfort of her thoughts. With her head down, her hair spilling over her shoulders,
 she looked like just another student lost in the routine of Hogwarts life. But there was always more beneath the surface. The truth was, Y/N had secrets. Ones she barely even allowed herself to think about. In the Gryffindor common room, she wasn't one of those loud, attention-grabbing people who could charm a room. She was sharp, though. Her mind had always been her weapon, her shield against a world that never seemed to let its guard down. She sighed softly, pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she glanced at her unfinished essay. Potions had never been her strong suit. The way ingredients had to be handled with such precision always left her anxious, afraid that one wrong move would make everything explode in her face—literally.


 But that wasn't the only thing on her mind today. Whispers had been swirling through the school about Mattheo Riddle—the notorious Slytherin who seemed to draw attention wherever he went, whether he wanted it or not. The son of Tom Riddle, the Dark Lord. His reputation was as dark as the name he carried. Whispers of his temper, of his sharp tongue, and of the chaos that seemed to follow in his wake reached her ears even when she tried to block it.

But, of course, Hogwarts had a way of throwing the unexpected at you when you least expected it. As Y/N packed her books, feeling the weight of yet another long day pressing down on her shoulders, she felt an odd prickling sensation crawl along her spine. Someone was watching her. Glancing up, her eyes were drawn to the back of the library. There, leaning against the doorway, was Mattheo Riddle himself. His dark hair fell in loose waves over his forehead, his piercing brown eyes watching her with an intensity that made her breath catch. For a brief moment, their gazes locked. Y/N's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't sure why he was looking at her—she wasn't anyone important, just another face in the sea of students. She'd never even spoken to him before, and yet, here he was, staring at her as if she were the only person in the room. She quickly looked away, heat rising to her cheeks, and shoved the last of her books into her bag. Why was he watching her? Was it some kind of mistake? Before she could think too much about it, the sound of his footsteps broke the silence. Slow, deliberate, as if he were taking his time to approach. Her pulse quickened, and she could feel his presence getting closer. She wasn't prepared for this. Not now. "Y/N." Her name on his lips startled her. It was the first time she'd heard him speak, and it sent a shiver down her spine. She turned, eyes wide. There he stood, towering over her with that same unreadable expression, the slightest smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. His voice was low, smooth, like a secret whispered in the dead of night. "You're in my seat."

Her brows furrowed in confusion. His seat? Since when did he even have a seat in the library? "I didn't—" she began, but the words stuck in her throat as he raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "I'm joking," he said, his tone lighter now, but still holding that edge of amusement. "Relax, I'm not going to hex you." She let out a breath she didn't realize she was holding, though her muscles were still tense. Why was he even talking to her? And why now, after years of never crossing paths? "What do you want?" she asked, trying to sound braver than she felt. Mattheo tilted his head slightly, as if considering her question carefully. His eyes were still locked on hers, as though searching for something. "Just curious," he said finally. "You're always here, aren't you? Always... quiet." Her heart pounded in her chest. Was he mocking her? Or was there something else behind those words? "And what of it?" she shot back, narrowing her eyes. Mattheo chuckled softly, a sound that both irritated and intrigued her. "Nothing. Just making an observation." With that, he turned on his heel and walked away, leaving her standing there, bewildered and frustrated. She watched him go, feeling an odd mix of relief and something else—a strange curiosity that tugged at her thoughts. Why had he approached her? Why had he even noticed her? One thing was certain, though: whatever was happening, it felt like the beginning of something. Something that could change everything.

 **End of Chapter 1**

**I really hope you guys enjoy the first chapter! I havent written in some years's so i hope you guy's like this one!**